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Isabel’s Slave – Part Three
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DarkSide

Isabel’s Slave – Part Three

Isabel brings home a friend. Melissa has to be nice to her as well.

Saturday saw Melissa at home and, as it happened, on her own. It was one of those days. She busied herself with all the chores that had to be done before going out for a walk in the park. It was a beautiful day, she thought, as she looked through the window.

 

 

Isabel had left the house at about twelve midday. She was out with friends, that’s all Melissa was told. Presumably, friends that were made the previous evening, thought Melissa.

 

The day passed and Melissa was still alone when she got back from her walk.

 

At six thirty in the evening she read a text from Isabel. It read, ‘Home at 8 – N+C&C – get ready.’

 

Melissa studied the text, not because of the cryptic nature of it, she knew what that meant. She studied the text remembering the last time. A broad smile crept across her face.

 

Melissa decided to shower and get herself ready. She spent ages in the shower; but unlike the other night she didn’t have to masturbate or wonder what punishment she would get if she were to have an orgasm. She spent some time pleasuring herself as she always did. She loved doing that under the shower.

 

With seven thirty approaching she got herself ready in case Isabel was home early. Melissa had decided to dress in the required way, as instructed, and then go downstairs and wait. Later that afternoon she had prepared some finger food in case Isabel was hungry. All this was placed on the coffee table in the lounge with Isabel’s favourite Gin and Tonic; a Tanqueray No.10.

 

Melissa looked at herself in the full length mirror in the passageway between the lounge and the front door. Suddenly there was a rattling on the door and it opened with a crash. Isabel was standing there giggling, a little worse for wear, if Melissa was allowed to have an opinion. She looked at her mistress.

 

Isabel smiled at her. “Go on in,” she said, as she stepped to one side and made way for her friend to enter the house.

 

Melissa started to cover up, it was an automatic reaction.

 

“Don’t be shy,” said Isabel, “come here.”

 

Melissa walked towards Isabel. She was dressed exactly to the instructions.

 

Isabel closed the door, eventually, and then grabbed the leather tab at the end of the short chain that connected to Melissa’s black studded collar.

 

“Melissa,” she said, “this is Amy. She’s feeling a little under the weather tonight, so be nice to her.” Melissa smiled and nodded.

 

“Amy, this is Melissa,” she told her friend.

 

Isabel then handed Amy the chain. “She’s now yours for a while. I will leave her in your capable hands and imagination for a while.”

 

Melissa shot a concerned look at Isabel but it was ignored. Isabel walked into the lounge. “Oh! Melissa this is wonderful,” she said as she picked up a few bites to eat and then just as quickly headed for the shower and bedroom. “I’ll be back in a moment, ” she shouted, “just going to have a quick shower and get changed.”

 

Amy held the chain tightly, not exactly knowing what to do with it. She looked Melissa up and down more than once.

 

Melissa started to realise that Amy was not used to this. The scenario was alien to her. She decided she would have to prompt her; make her feel at home. Amy felt more than a little uncomfortable, until that is, Melissa spoke to her.

 

Melissa smiled and cocked her head to one side; straightening it she said, “can I get you anything, mistress,” emphasising the ‘mistress’ element.

 

Amy registered the word and looked at her. “You can get me a plate of food. That would be nice,” she replied.

 

Melissa stood there taking in the politeness of Amy’s response, “You will have to lead me to the table,” she said, eventually.

 

Amy could not take her eyes off Melissa. This black haired beauty was standing stark naked in front of her sporting just a dog collar and chain. What’s more, was that she was told that she was hers, to do with what she wanted. She was well out of her comfort zone.

 

Amy pulled on the chain and led Melissa to the table. Melissa followed.

 

“There, how’s that,” she said to Melissa.

 

Melissa looked at her, “order me,” she said, “it works better that way. I won’t mind.”

 

Amy looked at Melissa and smiled. “Get me a plate of food, now…” she said, as she yanked the chain downwards towards the food and then let it go a little to give Melissa some room for manoeuvre.

 

Melissa jerked suddenly, she then picked up a plate and placed several items on it; mostly vol-au-vent style food with some sandwiches. She handed the plate back to Amy.

 

“Reach me that drink, and what is it?” asked Amy.

 

Melissa bent forward and reached over the table for the drink telling her what it was at the same time. As Melissa grasped the drink, she gasped out loud as Amy’s hand came down on her backside and spanked her. It was a loud slap; the noise reverberated throughout the house.

 

Melissa’s right cheek burnt for a while, but she prided herself that she did not let out an uncontrolled yelp. She never spilt the drink either, and she raised herself with everything intact and handed the drink to Amy.

 

Amy placed the drink and food down on the side table next to the chair. She looked back at Melissa.

 

“I think I am a little overdressed,” she said.

 

No more needed to be said and Melissa started to undress Amy. First the skirt was unbuttoned, unzipped and the dropped to the floor, then came the blouse, bra and finally the knickers. Amy kicked her own shoes off which ended up close to the table with the food on it.

 

Amy sat back down on the leather chair and picked up her drink, she sipped it. Lifting a vol-au-vent off the plate, she slipped it into her mouth and chewed on it. She reached out for the chain and yanked it downwards, taking up the slack as she did so. Eventually, Melissa was on her knees in front of Amy.

 

“Lick my pussy.” She said as she opened her thighs.

 

Melissa never looked Amy in the eye at all. She just extended her neck so that she could reach Amy’s pussy from where she knelt and then extended her tongue as well. She flicked at it.

 

“Yeah, fucking lick that pussy,” Amy commanded. She was getting the hang of it, she thought.

 

Amy picked up a few more bites of food and started to eat as Melissa licked her. At one point she forced her tongue into a salmon paste vol-au-vent as Melissa’s tongue forced its way into Amy’s cunt. It was a wonderful dual act that Amy deliberately put into place. As she sucked on the salmon paste, she thrust her pussy into Melissa’s face.

 

Amy and Melissa were unaware that Isabel was watching them from the corner of the room. She had finished her shower and was now dressed in a long black chemise see-through gown. Isabel picked up some food on a plate as she crossed the room to sit on the sofa to one side of them.

 

Isabel sat down and ate. She was hungry, very hungry. After reaching for some more food, she sat back in the sofa and watched; eating with one hand and playing with her pussy with the other. She picked up a smoked aubergine snack and threw it into her mouth. She moaned. For once, it wasn’t a sexual moan, the food was pure heaven.

 

Amy started to watch Isabel but she was highly distracted with Melissa’s expertise. She popped another bite of food into her mouth, took a huge sip of the drink then placed her hand behind Melissa’s head and pulled her into her pussy. She started to buck her hips so that her pussy rubbed along her mouth and tongue. The chain fell to the floor.

 

Isabel reached over and picked up the chain. She started to pull on it; just enough to tighten it; enough to let Melissa know that there was someone else holding onto the chain.

 

Amy was moaning loudly, expletives emanated from her lips as she pulled Melissa into her. Melissa was doing her best to bring her to orgasm, but she hadn’t been told to make her cum. Melissa flicked at her pussy lips and clit, sucked on her pussy and pushed her tongue into her cunt. She did everything to bring her close. Amy’s hands were encouraging her to lick more, faster and her bucking motion encouraged Melissa to follow her movements.

 

While Amy was sucking in some much needed air, she let out one final instructional cry, “suck on my clit.”

 

Melissa opened her mouth and was about to suck her clit into her mouth. Suddenly, she was yanked away, her head veered to the left as she was horribly removed from her prize. Her knees and legs followed the source of the force that moved her. She finally fell to the floor; she could not move as fast as the chain was being pulled.

 

Amy never had a chance to complain, though her outrage at suddenly being extricated of all pleasure was noticeable. Her orgasm subsided, gradually; her fingers were not enough to keep the surge moving forwards. Amy stared at Isabel who had yanked the chain; gasping for more air at the same time.

 

Melissa raised herself up and looked into the eyes of her mistress, Isabel.

 

“Lick me, now…” she insisted.

 

Melissa never hesitated. She crawled between Isabel’s legs and started to lick her pussy. She started doing all the same kind of pleasure-giving moves with her tongue, that Amy had just received. The taste, however, was different. Isabel’s pussy was more fragrant, probably due to the shower gel that she had used earlier. Melissa licked her mistress’ pussy with energy and relief. Relief, that she was finally sucking a pussy that she knew and was familiar with. She knew exactly how Isabel would react, what she wanted and how long it would take.

 

Isabel started to moan and groan at the intrusion of Melissa’s tongue. She wanted it all inside her. She had watched enough pussy licking between Amy and Melissa and now she wanted to feel it all happen to her. She too, thrust her pussy into Melissa’s face. Melissa responded by taking her clit into her mouth and gently sucking on it. She knew what this would do to Isabel. She then started to flick her clit with her tongue and occasionally slip the flat of her tongue over the whole length of her pussy lips before returning to her clit.

 

Isabel was on a high and it was getting much higher. Unlike Amy, Isabel pulled on the chain to drag Melissa’s tongue and mouth closer to her pussy. She pulled on it until Melissa could hardly move. Isabel then slowly fucked her mouth in an up and down motion. This was it, thought Melissa, this was what she so fondly remembered when she received that text earlier in the day. The whole experience of Isabel holding her tight and fucking her mouth was out of this world.

 

Isabel cried out, her head was flung backwards in open abandonment of her orgasm. She pulled on the chain and thrust her arse up and down. Her pussy, sliding effortlessly across Melissa’s wet face.

 

Apart from thrusting her fingers into her pussy and watching Isabel’s orgasm build, Amy could do nothing. She watched, with some admiration, for how Isabel’s orgasm was building, as the pair fucked themselves to oblivion.

 

Isabel’s orgasm was the best. At the point of it tipping her over the edge, she had raised her arse completely into the air, her heels dug into the soft leather and her whole body was raised upwards. It was all Melissa could do to stay in contact with her pussy. A little while after the point of no return, Isabel let go of the chain. It fell onto the sofa.

 

Melissa had become detached from Isabel’s pussy as her movements became more and more exaggerated. She slipped from the sofa in the knowledge that what she had done was exactly what Isabel had required. She looked up at her mistress with open eyes. She was contented.

 

If Amy could have grasped the chain she would have. Instead she played with herself watching Isabel come down from her orgasm. She was amazed at how hard she had cum and wondered whether it was all Melissa’s doing or the situation or both.

 

Isabel eventually recovered.

 

“She is my lovely toy, don’t you agree, Amy?” She asked, looking at Melissa.

 

“I want to cum so badly,” replied Amy.

 

Isabel smiled at her, bit her lower lip, pulled on it with her teeth and let it go. “Did I interrupt anything – important,” she said.

 

Amy shot her a disdained look and sighed, shaking her head in the process.

 

Isabel got up from the sofa reached for the chain and tossed it to Amy.

 

“I’m going to get your favourite friend Melissa,” she said, “Amy you have until I get back, then she’s mine again.”

 

Amy smiled.

 

Melissa smiled, but for very different reasons.

 

 

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